Her beauty cannot be measured with
the standards of a colonized mind
Her features are broad and striking
She caresses him
her fingers stretch endlessly into his world of pain
She loves him, even though his existence is
predestined to be one of no remorse, no compassion
nor is it clouded with the delusion of equality
He loves her, cares for her, protects her
Adores what he can never, ever be
There's such purity in a love that's
essential to the loving of one's self